With Love we were born, with Fear we were fed;
Survival, solitude, search... Fear accumulates, Love is forgotten.
Then, with every step, we go further; with every look back, we study our footprints:
Clear or muzzy, deep or shallow, close or far...
We have climbed, stopped, stumbled, ran, traveled, and lived.
We see it in our footprints - simple marks telling our lives.
The road of Life may have been high, low, flat, or bent...
But the marks of our feet show that we conquered it.
Soon we realize, no matter the condition of the path,
The essence is in the consistency of every step we take.
Then Fear suddenly fades, Love is relearned, and we keep on marching ahead...
But our hands start to reach out, our hearts open again,
And finally we fulfill our reason of birth, finally we understand our mission;
Us, one by one amidst all, we will.
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